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2025-07-14 13:00:04Abigail
It would have been a lie to say I wasn’t nervous, so I didn’t bother pretending otherwise. I sat at the chair beside my vanity table, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, and stared at the gown laid out in front of me, its satin fabric glinting faintly under the bedroom lights. A shiver rippled through me, not from cold, but from the weight of everything this night was going to mean. The truth was, it wasn’t the risk of being discovered that had my heart in my throat. I had already died once; what more could they do to me?
No, what terrified me was how badly I wanted this to work. How deeply I wanted to strike the right blow against Marceline, and now, Casillas too. I left the chair and moved to my bed. My fingers moved lightly over the hem of the gown where it lay across the bed, the sapling green color soft beneath my fingertips. The
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Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother Chapter 235 (1)
AbigailIt would have been a lie to say I wasn’t nervous, so I didn’t bother pretending otherwise. I sat at the chair beside my vanity table, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, and stared at the gown laid out in front of me, its satin fabric glinting faintly under the bedroom lights. A shiver rippled through me, not from cold, but from the weight of everything this night was going to mean. The truth was, it wasn’t the risk of being discovered that had my heart in my throat. I had already died once; what more could they do to me?No, what terrified me was how badly I wanted this to work. How deeply I wanted to strike the right blow against Marceline, and now, Casillas too. I left the chair and moved to my bed. My fingers moved lightly over the hem of the gown where it lay across the bed, the sapling green color soft beneath my fingertips. The
Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother Chapter 234
AlexanderOne moment, I had Abigail in my arms, her warmth seeping into my hands, her perfume making me heady. Everything about her was soft, intoxicating...right. Her hand rested on my shoulder, her thumb unconsciously stroking the edge of my collarbone as we danced. I could feel her breath against my skin, hear the subtle catch in it. The kind of moment that builds toward something inevitable. A kiss, or more. I was seconds away from giving in to the pull.And then she tore herself out of my arms like she had been burned. The suddenness of it was like ice to the chest. My hands dropped to my sides, and I stared at her back, stunned. She wasn’t looking at me, but had her back turned to me. Her spine was stiff, her posture tight with something I couldn’t name. I couldn't understand it. Had I leaned in too far? Misread her body language? No, that couldn’t be it. I’d felt her responding to me. Her body had moved with mine like it wanted to. Still, the abrupt shift rattled me.“Abigail
Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother Chapter 233 (2)
AbigailThe words got stuck in my throat and the silence stretched thin around us, taut like a string about to snap. I stood there, unmoving, my back to him as panic built in my chest like rising smoke. My breath had become shallow. My fingers clenched at the fabric of my gown, trying to ground myself, and trying my absolute best to force the feelings back into a box they had no business slipping out of.But it was too late.I had seen Susanna, not myself, reflected in his eyes. It didn’t matter that it had been her who had sculpted herself to look like me, that it had been her who had had such a warped obsession with me that she had methodologically taken everything she could from me. It didn’t matter that even when she had just been a passerby in my life, she had designs to snatch everything she could from my grasp, and my face was just the least of it all.It didn’t matter because in the now, in this moment, it was her that was reflected back at me just now, and a cold, cruel thoug
Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother Chapter 233
AbigailAlexander extended his hand toward me with a slight tilt of his head and the softest suggestion of a smile. “Shall we begin?”I placed my hand in his, and the moment his fingers closed around mine, he pulled me toward him until we were close, closer than we’d ever stood before outside of a hug. His free hand moved to the small of my back with ease, and I swallowed, suddenly aware of how very little space there was between us.I mirrored him, setting my hand lightly on his shoulder, and lifted my chin to look up at him. His eyes searched my face for something, maybe amusement, maybe curiosity, and then settled on my own. He must have seen something there, because his expression softened.“Don’t be nervous,” he said, a glint returning to his eyes. “I won’t tell you if you’re a terrible dancer.”I scoffed, affronted. “Excuse you. A little while out of practice doesn’t make me terrible.”His brow arched. “Conrad never took you dancing?”I blinked. I hadn’t meant to imply anything
Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother Chapter 232
AbigailI smoothed a hand down my gown, brushing off an invisible piece of lint that had probably never existed. Still, the motion gave my fingers something to do, something to focus on, because my heart was hammering far too fast for someone about to practice a dance. It’s just a dance, I told myself for the fifth time. Just a harmless tango lesson. But even as I repeated it, the flutter in my chest refused to settle.When Alexander had reminded me earlier, as we had arrived home, to remember to come downstairs so we could practice, I had nodded with far more poise than I felt. I’d excused myself to change into something more comfortable, the felt gown I was now wearing, that still somehow felt too snug. Now, I was expected downstairs, where he’d be waiting.And touching me. That was what really made my stomach twist. Not the choreography, not the fear of stepping on his foot. It was the knowledge that for several long minutes, I would be pressed against Alexander Remington, our ar
Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother Chapter 231
AbigailIn truth, if I were choosing for myself, I would have gone with something quieter. A single string of pearls, maybe paired with a delicate pair of drop earrings, something that matched the soft elegance of the dress, that didn’t need to scream to be noticed. It would give my whole look a vintage undertone and graceful finish. But I wasn’t going to the banquet as Abigail.I was going as Susanna. And Susanna was never subtle. She didn’t care about balance or restraint. She cared about being seen, about being remembered. Being envied.The dress had already been a sort of compromise, as it was a gown I adored but one Susanna would have found too tame. So now, I needed to correct the scales. I needed to find something bold enough to satisfy the persona I wa
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